Yes! tho' that long dream were of hopeless sorrow,
'Twere better than the cold reality
Of waking life, to him whose heart must be,
And hath been still, upon the lovely earth,
A chaos of deep passion, from his birth.
But should it be that dream eternally
Continuing as dreams have been to me
In my young boyhood- should it thus be given,
'Twere folly still to hope for higher Heaven.
For I have revell'd, when the sun was bright
I' the summer sky, in dreams of living light
And loveliness,- have left my very heart
In climes of my imagining, apart
From mine own home, with beings that have been
Of mine own thought- what more
could I have seen?
'Twas once- and only once- and the wild ho
From my remembrance shall not pass- some power
Or spell had bound me- 'twas the chilly wind
Came o'er me in the night, and left behind
Its image on my spirit- or the moon
Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon
Too coldly- or the stars- howe'er it was
That dream was as that night-wind- let it pass.
Edgar used rhyme scheme in the form of AA-BB.
There was a struggle over what the the narrator saw in his dreams. He took a long time before he decided what he saw in his dreams. He kind of dismisses what he saw as soon as his childhood is gone and focuses more on what he believes is more important. Then as his life slows down he goes back into his childhood thoughts and dreams, He finally thinks on if there was heaven what would it be like and is there something more than heaven. He likes the earth and everything that deals with it, so in his realization he is trying to figure what it is like. He then figures it is not worth the worry and lets the dream slip from his mind.
Poe himself had a history of dark and mysterious poems and stories. He had lost his mother at age 2 and went to live with his grandparents. After that he left for the army because he wasn't able understand how to learn a trade. Poe had to leave the army because not paying for schooling and for not following the rules. His book the raven was his most successful of all of his books. He wrote it 14 years after he left the army and 2 years before he died. Sadly enough Poe had died at the age of 40. His poems had not gained popularity until many years after he had died, such as how Vincent Van Gogh's paintings were disliked until time had passed. http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-3/
Dreams
by Edger Allan Poe
Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!
My spirit not awakening, till the beam
Of an Eternity should bring the morrow.
Yes! tho' that long dream were of hopeless sorrow,
'Twere better than the cold reality
Of waking life, to him whose heart must be,
And hath been still, upon the lovely earth,
A chaos of deep passion, from his birth.
But should it be that dream eternally
Continuing as dreams have been to me
In my young boyhood- should it thus be given,
'Twere folly still to hope for higher Heaven.
For I have revell'd, when the sun was bright
I' the summer sky, in dreams of living light
And loveliness,- have left my very heart
In climes of my imagining, apart
From mine own home, with beings that have been
Of mine own thought- what more
could I have seen?
'Twas once- and only once- and the wild ho
From my remembrance shall not pass- some power
Or spell had bound me- 'twas the chilly wind
Came o'er me in the night, and left behind
Its image on my spirit- or the moon
Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon
Too coldly- or the stars- howe'er it was
That dream was as that night-wind- let it pass.
Edgar used rhyme scheme in the form of AA-BB.
There was a struggle over what the the narrator saw in his dreams. He took a long time before he decided what he saw in his dreams. He kind of dismisses what he saw as soon as his childhood is gone and focuses more on what he believes is more important. Then as his life slows down he goes back into his childhood thoughts and dreams, He finally thinks on if there was heaven what would it be like and is there something more than heaven. He likes the earth and everything that deals with it, so in his realization he is trying to figure what it is like. He then figures it is not worth the worry and lets the dream slip from his mind.
Poe himself had a history of dark and mysterious poems and stories. He had lost his mother at age 2 and went to live with his grandparents. After that he left for the army because he wasn't able understand how to learn a trade. Poe had to leave the army because not paying for schooling and for not following the rules. His book the raven was his most successful of all of his books. He wrote it 14 years after he left the army and 2 years before he died. Sadly enough Poe had died at the age of 40. His poems had not gained popularity until many years after he had died, such as how Vincent Van Gogh's paintings were disliked until time had passed.
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-3/